Arya comes to realize her love for Eragon.Somewhat of an idea for the 3rd book and a story as well.Arya becomes a RIder and Murtaugh returns with a request..Chapter 4 coming soon THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!

Eragon
watched as Arya waved in her chair at the table they had been at,
celebrating a defeat against a Shade.

Arya
was drunk.

Not
sip a drink,haha drunk, but laughing hysterically drunk.

Eragon
picked her up, while she laughed, and tugged at his hair.

Since
his quarters was closer than hers and he could barely see because of
the liquor he took her to his room.

Eragon
carried Arya into his quarters, followed by Saphira, who was also
drunk,snorting smoke from her muzzle,with her teeth showing.

Laughing.

Saphira
watched as Eragon set Arya on his bed,amused.

Eragon:
Arya?

Arya
looking at him smiling: Oh hi Eragon. I think I'm a bit drunk.

She
laughs even harder.

Eragon:
A bit?

Arya:
Mmhmm.

Eragon
strokes her face with his hand.

Arya:
That was fun. The celebration tonight.

She
laughs.

Eragon:
Arya?

Arya:
Mmm?

Eragon:
Tell me about Faolin.

Arya:
About Faolin? Allright. He was kind,caring, put up with me when I was
drunk,like now.

She
laughs.

Arya
continuing: I loved him, and he loved me. But, he's gone. I have to
let go. He's gone.

Arya
falls asleep, her head resting on Eragon's shoulder.

Saphira:
Eragon, I think I should be getting some
sleep as well. Arya looks peaceful. Goodnight little one.

Eragon:
Goodnight Saphira.

Eragon
watches her leave,tail swishing., then concentrates on Arya, watching
her sleep.

Eragon
finally sleeps, his head resting near Arya's.

The
next morning, Arya wakes up slowly, head hurting, to find Eragon
looking down at her.

Arya:
Hello Eragon. Eragon!

She
pulls the covers of his bed around her, embarrassed.

Eragon:
You were drunk.

Arya
grimacing: I remember. But why am I in your quarters?

Eragon:
I couldn't see to get to yours.

Arya:
Ah, that's right, you drank as well.

Eragon:
Yes, I know.

Arya
smiles at him.

Eragon
notices her smile, and touches her cheek with his hand.

Arya
quietly: Eragon..

Eragon
pulls his hand away, hurt by the look on her face.

Arya
looks away, then gently puts her hand on his face.

Arya
leans forward.

Eragon
watches in amusement.

Arya
fighting her emotions and feelings for him: You and I, are not meant
for each other.

Eragon:
Why do you do this to me?

Arya
bites her lip and looks at him, her hand still on his face.

Arya
thinking: You love him. He loves you. But Faolin.Oh Faolin. But I am
to be 101 years old today. He is to be only 17. It would never work
out, you know this. But the way he makes me feel lately, especially
after what the fire dragon gave to him. Stop it Arya. You can't.

Arya:
Eragon, I do not mean to hurt you.

Eragon
crying: Then why do you do this to me?

Arya
sees his love for her in his eyes, and forces herself not to cry.

Arya
slowly: Eragon,I..

Eragon
ignores her.

Arya:
Eragon listen to me. Please.

Eragon
turns to look at her, and sees her eyes wet with tears.

Eragon
slowly walks back to her and brushes her tears away, and cups her
chin with his hand.

Eragon:
I love you Arya. I will always love you.

Arya
touches his hand with her own.

Arya
gently: Please.

Eragon
gets up, and looks at her.

Eragon:
Arya..

Arya
looks at him.

Arya:
Can you take me back to my quarters? I still feel the effects of the
drinking.

Eragon
nods and helps her to her quarters.

Arya
looking up at him from her bed: It is your birthday today, correct?

Arya
shivers at the touch of his skin on her own, and tries to push it
away.

Eragon
leans forward, while Arya terrifiedly looks at him.

Arya's
eyes flutter and her heart starts beating as he approaches her.

Eragon:
You are beautiful, Arya Svit-Kona.

She
gulps at his words, then her eyes flutter once more as his lips brush
hers gently.

Arya
looks at him after he's pulled away from her.

Eragon:
I will see you later.

Arya
watches him leave, then cries herself to sleep.

A
few hours later, Arya wakes up, and stretches,then jumps in surprise
after almost knocking something off her bed.

Arya
slowly looks at what is it, and stares, amused.

Eragon
had left papers for her to read, a lot of papers, and a small box
like thing.

Arya
picks up the first paper.

"Arya,
you are the one I love, only you. I wish you saw me as I see you.
There's something I did not tell you before. Angela foretold my
future before I saw you in my dreams. She told me I would have a
romance with a young woman of noble birth, but did not know the
outcome. That is not why I pursue you Arya Svit-Kona, but my love for
you. Everytime I see you, I fall deeper in love with you."

Arya
smiles and chokes back tears as she continues to read.

"I
loved you the moment I saw you in the prison. And when I saw you for
the first time in my dream, I knew I had to protect you. Even if you
do not love me, I will still always love you, until the day I die. I
want to know you more, and be able to tell you I love you without
being hurt. I want to grow old with you, raise a child with you, and
be in love with you always. Look at the box."

Arya
cries as she opens the box to see a ring. The inscription in it, says
"At the Menoa Tree". The inscription on the sides, say "My
love". There is also a silver stone in the middle.

Arya:
Oh Eragon.

Arya
continues reading.

" If
you will have me, wear the ring tonight at the birthday celebration.
If you do not, I will know you do not love me, and I will stop
pursuing you, even though I love you. I love you Arya."

Arya
finishes reading the note and looks at the next paper to see a poem.

Arya
reads it and cries, and sees that the other papers are also poems.

After
reading them all, Arya knows his love is real. Realer than she had
thought.

Arya
thinking: Faolin wrote me a poem, but Eragon has written ten, and has
put all his feelings for me into them.

Arya
wipes a tear away from her eye, then holds the ring up to look at it,
crying even more.

Arya
put it back into the box and sighs, knowing she has to choose: Eragon
or Faolin's memories.

Suddenly
Arya feels as if Faolin is tugging at her mind, and can almost hear
him say "Let me go Arya. It is time. Let me go"

Arya
nods and says: Goodbye Faolin.

Arya
rests her head on her pillow, thinking, then writes a poem and note
for Eragon, pouring her true feeling for him out.